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three Days to See(Excerpts)
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year, sometimes as short as 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry”. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
假如给我三天光明(节选)
我们都读过震撼人心的故事,故事中的主人公只给再活一段很有限的时光,有时长达一年,有时却短至一日。但我们总是想要知道,注定将要离世的人会选择如何度过自己最后的时光。当然,我说的是那些有选择权利的自由人,而不是那些活动范围受到严格限定的死囚。
这样的故事让我们思考,在类似的处境下,我们该做些什么呢?作为终有一死的人,在临终的几个小时内我们该做什么事、经历些什么或做哪些联想?回忆往昔,什么使我们开心快乐?什么又使我们悔恨不已?
有时我想,把每天都当作生命中的最后一天来过,也不失为一个极好的生活法则。这种态度会使人格外重视生命的价值。我们每天都应该以优雅的姿态、充沛的精力、抱着感恩之心来生活。但当时间以无休止的日、月和年在我们面前流逝时,我们却常常没有了这种感觉。当然,也有人奉行“吃、喝、享受”的享乐主义信条,但绝大多数人还是会受到即将到来的死亡的惩罚。
在故事中,将死的主人公通常都在最后一刻因突降的幸运而获救,但他的价值观通常都会改变,他变的更加理解生命的意义及永恒的精神价值。我们常常注意到,那些生活在或曾经生活在死亡阴影下的人无论做什么都会感到幸福。
然而,我们中的大多数人都把生命看作是理所当然的。我们知道有一天我们必将面对死亡,但总认为那一天还在遥远的将来。当我们身强体健之时,死亡简直不可想象,我们很少考虑到它。日子多的好像没有尽头。因此我们一味忙于琐事,几乎意识不到我们对待生活的冷漠态度。
我担心同样的冷漠也存在于我们对自己官能和意思的运用上。只有聋子才理解听力的重要,只有盲人才明白视觉的可贵。这尤其适用于那些成年后才失去视力和听力的人。但是那些从未受过丧失视力或听力之苦的人很少充分利用这些高贵的能力。他们的眼睛和耳朵模糊地感受着周围的景物与声音,心不在焉,也无所感激。这正如我们只有在失去才懂得珍惜一样,我们只有生病后才意识到健康的可贵。
我经常想,如果每个人在年轻的时候都有几天失明失聪,也不失为一件幸事。黑暗将使他更加感激光明,寂静将告诉他声音的美妙。
英语单词:
1) thrilling adj.惊心动魄的
2) condemned adj.被宣告无罪的
3) delimit vt. 定界限
4) panorama n. 全景
5) epicurean adj.伊壁鸠鲁的,享乐主义的
6) chasten vt. 斥责,惩罚
7) impending adj. 迫近的
8) vista n. 前景,展望
9) listless adj.冷漠的,倦怠的,情绪低落的
10) lethargy n. 无生气
11) manifold adj.多方面的
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Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry , fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living.In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
英语美文朗读:青春
塞缪尔·厄尔曼
青春不是年华,而是心境;青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志,恢宏的想象,炙热的恋情;青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
青春气贯长虹,勇锐盖过怯弱,进取压倒苟安。如此锐气,二十后生而有之,六旬男子则更多见。年岁有加,并非垂老,理想丢弃,方堕暮年。
岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤;热忱抛却,颓废必致灵魂。忧烦,惶恐,丧失自信,定使心灵扭曲,意气如灰。
无论年届花甲,拟或二八芳龄,心中皆有生命之欢乐,奇迹之诱惑,孩童般天真久盛不衰。人人心中皆有一台天线,只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号,你就青春永驻,风华常存。
一旦天线下降,锐气便被冰雪覆盖,玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生,即使年方二十,实已垂垂老矣;然则只要树起天线,捕捉乐观信号,你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年轻。
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以下是小编整理的哲理类英语美文欣赏:假如给你一支笔, 希望对你有所感触。
Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen.
假如有人送你一支笔,一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔。
You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might rundry after the first few tentative words or last justlong enough to create a masterpiece(or several)that would last forever and make a difference in thescheme of things. You don't know before you begin.Under the rules of the game, you really never know.You have to take a chance!
看不出里面究竟有多少墨水。或许在你试探性地写上几个字后它就会枯干,或许足够用来创作一部影响深远的不朽巨著(或是几部)。而这些,在动笔前,都是无法得知的。 在这个游戏规则下,你真的永远不会预知结果。你只能去碰运气!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using thepen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up, unused. But if you dodecide to use it, what would you do with it? How would you play the game? Would you plan andplan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans be so extensive that you never even gotto the writing? Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling tokeep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, orwould you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write forever andproceed accordingly?
事实上,这个游戏里没有规则指定你必须要做什么。相反,你甚至可以根本不去动用这支笔,把它扔在书架上或是抽屉里让它的墨水干枯。 但是,如果你决定要用它的话,那么你会用它来做什幺呢?你将怎幺来进行这个游戏呢?你会不写一个字,老是计划来计划去吗?你会不会由于计划过于宏大而来不及动笔呢?或者你只是手里拿着笔,一头扎进去写,不停地写,艰难地随着文字汹涌的浪涛而随波逐流? 你会小心谨慎的写字,好象这支笔在下一个时刻就可能会干枯;还是装做或相信这支笔能够永远写下去而信手写来呢?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything?Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Wouldyour strokes be tremblinglytimid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Would youeven write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch?Scribble? Doodle or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if theywere there? Or are they?
你又会用笔写下些什么呢:爱?恨?喜?悲?生?死?虚无?万物?你写作只是为了愉己?还是为了悦人?抑或是借替人书写而愉己?你的落笔会是颤抖胆怯的,还是鲜明果敢的?你的想象会是丰富的还是贫乏的?甚或你根本没有落笔?这是因为,你拿到笔以后,没有哪条规则说你必须写作。也许你要画素描,乱写一气?信笔涂鸦?画画?你会保持写在线内还是线上,还是根本看不到线,即使有线在那里?嗯,真的有线吗?
There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?
这里面有许多东西值得考虑,不是吗?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...
现在,假如有人给予你一支生命的笔……
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充分利用每一个感官,通过自然提供给你的几种接触方式,为世界向你显示的所有愉快而美好的一切而自奋吧。下面是读文网小编为大家带来英语经典美文:假如给我三天光明,希望大家喜欢!
The following morning,I should again greet the dawn,anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
接下来这一天的早上,怀着对发现新的快乐的渴望,我再次迎接黎明,因为我确信,对那些眼睛能真正看得见的人来说,每个黎明都会展现出无尽的美丽。
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings;there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends,animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
按我设想出现奇迹的期限,这将是我能看见的第三天,也是最后的一天。我不能把时间浪费在后悔或渴望中,我要看的东西太多了。第一天我献给了我的有生命的和无生命的朋友们,第二天向我展示了人类和自然的历史。今天我将在当今的平凡世界里度过,在为生活事务忙碌的人们常去的地方度过。除了纽约,何处人们还能找到这样多的活动和纷繁的景象呢?所以,纽约便成了我的去处。
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here, surrounded by green lawns,trees,and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children,havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boats chug and scurry about the river-racy speedboat, stolid,snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead,}should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
我从我在长岛森林山静静的小郊区的家出发,这里,芳草绿树鲜花环绕着整洁的小住房,妇女和孩子们欢声笑语,其乐融融,是城里辛劳的人们安宁的避风港。驾车通过那跨越东河的带花饰的钢铁大桥,我惊奇地发现人脑中巨大的创造力和潜质。船只在繁忙的河上鸣叫着来来往往—高速快艇和笨头笨脑喘着气的拖船。如果我能看见的日子更长些,我要花更多的时间看看这河上快乐的景象。
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. These vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day. How many, I wonder, give it so much as a second glance? Very few, I fear, their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
放眼望去,面前林立着的纽约的高楼大厦,似乎是从童话故事的篇章中出现的一座城市,多么令人敬畏的景象,这些闪闪发光的尖塔,这些巨大的石头与钢铁的建筑群,就像众神为他们自己而建的!这幅生机蓬勃的图景是千百万人每天生活的一部分。我不知道,到底有多少人会对它回头再多看一眼?只怕寥容无几,他们对这辉煌的景象视而不见,因为这对他们太熟悉了。
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures,the Empire State Building,for there,a short time ago;I "saw"the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure[should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
我匆匆来到这些巨大建筑之一的帝国大厦的顶端,因为在那里,不久以前,我通过我的秘书的眼睛’‘俯视”过这座城市。我渴望把我的想象同现实作一番比较。我确信,我对展现在我面前的景观不会失望,因为它对我来说是另一个世界的景象。
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people,trying by sight of them to understand something of their lives. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
现在我开始亲历这座城市。首先,我站在一个热闹的角落,仅仅是看着人们,试图以审视他们来理解他们生活中的某些东西。看到笑容,我感到高兴;看到果敢,我感到骄傲;看到苦难,我就同情。
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that in the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women-too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced;too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
我漫步在第五大道上(译注:第五大道是纽约曼哈顿区的最繁华最壮观的商业大道,有许多高档精品商店,洛克菲勒中心就在该大道附近),我的目光没有焦点,我没有看特别的目标,只是看那彩色万花筒般川流不息的人群。我相信那成群女人的服装颜色一定是一种华丽的奇观,我会百看不厌的。或许,如果我能看得见,我也会像其他大多数女人一样—也对个人服装的式样和剪裁很感兴趣,而不去注意其色彩。我也相信,我也会成为一个有瘾的橱窗浏览者,因为看那陈列的无数美好的商品一定是赏心悦目之事。
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. My heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle;it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness;but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
从第五大道起我开始浏览这座城市—到公园大道,到贫民窟,到工厂区,到儿童游乐园去。我通过参观外国居民区来进行一次不出国的国外旅行。我总是睁大眼睛看所有的景象,既看幸福的,也看悲哀的,以便我可以深入探究和加深理解人们是如何工作和生活的。我心中充满了人和事物的形象,我的眼睛不轻易放过任何一件小事,它力求触及并紧紧抓住所见的每件事。有些景象是愉快的,让心里充满快乐,而有些是悲惨的,对这些事,我并不闭上我的眼睛,因为这也是生活的一部分,闭起双眼就是关闭了心灵与思想。
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
我能看得见的第三天即将结束了。也许还有许多强烈的愿望我应花费最后的几个小时去实现,但是,我怕这最后一天的晚上我又溜到戏院去,去看一部欢快有趣的戏剧以便能欣赏人类精神世界里喜剧的含蓄意义。
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease,and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Therefore the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
午夜,我摆脱盲人苦境的短暂时刻就要结束了,永恒的黑夜又回到我身上。当然,在这短短的3天中,我并没有看到我想看的所有事情,唯有在黑暗重新降临在我身上之时,我才意识到我还有多少事情没有看到。但我的脑海里充满了这么多美好的记忆,以至我没有时间去后悔。此后,对每个东西的触摸都将使我想起那东西看起来是什么样的。
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind.lam,however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before,storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you.Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then,at last, you would really see,and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
也许,这篇简短的关于怎样度过这能看得见的3天的概述,和你们自己在遭致失明的情况下所设想的不一致。然而,我确信,如果你真的面临那不幸的命运,你的目光将会尽量投向你过去从未看见过的事物,为你今后的漫漫长夜保存下回忆,你将以过去从未有过的方式去利用你的眼睛。你所看到的每件事会变得珍贵起来,你的眼睛会触及并抓住在进入你视线范围之内的每件事物。然后,你最终真正地看见了,于是,一个美丽的新世界在你面前展开了。
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see-one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird,the mighty strains of an orchestra,as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel,as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense:glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.
我,一个盲人,可以给那些能看得见的人一个提示—对想充分利用视力天赋的人的一个忠告:善用你的双眼吧,就好像你明天就会遭致失明一样。这同样的方法也能用于其他的感官上,去听悦耳的乐声,鸟儿的鸣唱,乐队的强劲旋律,就好像你明天就遭致失聪一样;去触摸你想摸的每个物体,就像你明天会失去触觉一样;去闻花朵的芳香,津津有味地去尝美味佳肴,就好像你明天会再也不能闻到、尝到一样。充分利用每一个感官,通过自然提供给你的几种接触方式,为世界向你显示的所有愉快而美好的一切而自奋吧。但是,在所有的感觉之中,我相信视觉一定是最令人赏心悦目的。
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To regard all things and principles of things as inconstant modes or fashions has more and more become the tendency of modern thought. Let us begin with that which is without——our physical life. Fix upon it in one of its more exquisite intervals, the moment, for instance, of delicious recoil from the flood of water in summer heat. What is the whole physical life in that moment but a combination of natural elements to which science gives their names? But these elements, phosphorus and lime and delicate fibers, are present not in the human body alone: we detect them in places most remote from it. Our physical life is a perpetual motion of them——the passage of the blood, the wasting and repairing of the lenses of the eye, the modification of the tissues of the brain under every ray of light and sound-processes which science reduces to simpler and more elementary forces. Like the elements of which we are composed, the action of these forces extends beyond us: it rusts iron and ripens corn. Far out on every side of us those elements are broadcast, driven in many currents; and birth and gesture and death and the springing of violets from the grave are but a few out of ten thousand resultant combinations. That clear, perpetual outline of face and limb is but an image of ours, under which we group them a design in a web, the actual threads of which pass out beyond it. This at least of flame——like our life has, that it is but the concurrence, renewed from moment to moment, of forces parting sooner or later on their ways.
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A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
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All I wanted was a cozy log cabin in the state of Maine, somewhere deep in the woods, to hang out under the stars. It was to be my first vacation with my boyfriend, and I wanted it to be perfect.
So rather than waste money on a guidebook that was bound to be outdated before it appeared on the shelves of my local bookstore, I decided to search online. Little did I know that when I typed the words “Maine log cabin rental”at altavista.com, I was stepping into 48 hours of Internet hell. Forget dinner, forget work, forget sleep. I was glued to my computer for hours clicking from one listing to another to find the perfect hideaway.
I was wrong. The first site that I tried, cyberrentals.com, grouped rentals by region but had no map to tell me where such romantic-sounding, places as Seal Cove or Owl’s Head were. So I had to log on to mapblast.com to locate each one, then return to slogging through listings.Another site, vacationspot.com, let me find 50 cabins and cottages right off, but most of the rentals turned out to be closed for the winter.
I learned only after reading a lot of fine print. One day and hundreds of listings later, I was ready to throw my computer out the window. For every 10 vacation spots I looked into, I found maybe one that sounded good and more often than not, it was booked, too far away, or outrageously priced. Searching on line was really giving me a headache.I finally decided to put our log-cabin Web dreams on hold and search the old-fashioned way at a bookstore. I bought a paperback book called America’s Favorite Inns, B&Bs, and Small Hotels. I was relieved to see that each city was neatly pinpointed on a detailed map, and most had good descriptions to help me figure out where in Maine we should go in the first place.
Then I found it: an old inn on the southern coast of Maine that rented us one of its best rooms for $100 a night. Guess what? It didn’t have a Website. I took my chances based on a good review, a great location and a bargain price. It wasn’t a log cabin, and it was far from the woods, but there were lace curtains, a hardwood floor and a quilt on the bed. With the ocean outside our window and a fireplace in the room, my holiday was just as cozy as I dreamed it would be.
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All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours.
But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who hadjust returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbandsdo not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one.
I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arisewith the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, butI have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be
seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that fordeep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night,unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in mymind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.
So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. these vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day.
How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, Their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there , a short time ago, I "saw" the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their live. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women -- too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. my heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind. I am, however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.
And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.
Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never s
mell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.#p#副标题#e#
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My neighbor Mrs. Gargan first told me about it."Have you seen the tree?" she asked as I was sitting in the backyard enjoying the October twilight.
关于那棵树,最初是我的邻居加根太太告诉我的。“你见过那棵树吗?”她问道,当时我正坐在后院欣赏十月的暮色。
"The one down at the corner," she explained. "It's a beautiful tree-all kinds of colors.Cars are stopping to look. You ought to see it."
“就是下去拐角处的那棵”她解释说,“漂亮极了—五颜六色的。好多车路过都停下来看,你该去看看。”
I told her I would, but I soon forgot about the tree. Three days later, I was jogging down the street, my mind swimming with petty worries, when a splash of bright orange caught my eye. For an instant, I thought someone's house had caught fire. Then I remembered the tree.
我对她说我会去看的,可转眼就忘记了关于树的事。三天后,我顺着街道慢跑,脑子里充斥着恼人的小事,忽然,一片耀眼的橘红色映入眼帘,有一会儿,我还以为是谁家的房子着火了呢,但我马上想到了那棵树。
As I approached it, I slowed to a walk. There was nothing remarkable about the shape of the tree. a medium-sized maple. But Mrs. Gargan had been right about its colors.Like the messy whirl of an artist's palette, the tree blazed a bright crimson on its lower branches, burned with vivid yellows and oranges in its center. and simmered to deep red at its top. Through these fiery colors cascaded thin rivulets of pale-green leaves and blotches of deep-green leaves, as yet untouched by autumn.
我慢慢走近它.就像朝圣者缓缓步向神殿,我发现靠近树梢的地方有几根光秃秃的枝丫,上面黑乎乎的小枝像鹰爪一般伸向天空。枯枝上落下的叶子一片猩红,像地毯似的铺在树干周围。
Edging closer-like a pilgrim approaching a shrine-I noticed several bare branches near the top, their black twigs scratching the air like claws.The leaves they had shed lay like a scarlet carpet around the trunk.
当我靠近树时,禁不住放慢了脚步。树的形状并没有什么非凡之处,是一棵中等大小的枫树。但加根太太说得不错,它的色彩确实奇特,像画家调色板中斑斓的颇料,令人眼花缭乱。树底部的枝丫好似一片鲜红的火海,树的中部燃烧着明快的黄色和橘色,顶部的树梢又爆发着深红色。在这火一样的色彩中,流淌着浅绿的叶子汇成的小溪,深绿的叶子斑驳点缀其间,似乎至今末曾受到过秋天的侵袭。
With its varied nations of color, this tree seemed to become a globe, embracing in its broad branches all seasons and continents: the spring and summer of the Southern hemisphere in the light and dark greens, the autumn and winter of the Northern in the blazing yellows and bare branches.
这棵枫树集各种颇色于一体。如果一种颜色就是一个国家,枫树俨然成了一个缤纷的地球,它张开宽大的枝条,历数着四季轮回,容纳着五湖四海。深浅错落的绿叶,昭示着南半球的春夏,耀眼的黄叶和光秃秃的枝丫勾勒出北半球的秋冬。整个星球就围绕这一时空的交集点和谐运转。
As I marveled at this all-encompassing beauty, I thought of Ralph Waldo Emerson's comments about the stars. If the constellations appeared only once in a thousand years, he observed in Nature, imagine what an exciting event it would be. But because they're up there every night, we barely give them a look.
我为这棵树无所不包的美而惊叹不已。这时,我想起了著名作家拉尔夫·沃尔多·爱默生有关星星的评论。他在《自然》一书中写道:倘若星座一千年才出现一次,那么,星座的出现是一桩多么激动人心的事;可正因为星座每夜都挂在天上,人们才很少去看上一眼。
I felt the same way about the tree. Because its majesty will last only a week, it should be especially precious to us. And I had almost missed it.
对于眼前这棵树,我也有同感。它此时的华美只能维持一个星期,所以它对于我们就相当珍贵。可我竟差一点错过了。
Once when Emily Dickenson's father noticed a brilliant display of northern lights in the sky over Massachusetts, he tolled a church bell to alert townspeople. That's what I felt like doing about the tree. I wanted to become a Paul Revere of autumn, awakening the countryside to its wonder.
有一次,当埃米莉·迪金森的父亲偶然看见马萨诸塞州上空一道炫目的北极光时,他立刻跑到教堂鸣钟告知所有市民。现在,我也产生了同样的想法,我要向世人宣扬这棵树。我愿成为秋天的信使。让田园乡村每一个角落的人们都了解它的神奇。
I didn't have a church bell or a horse, but as I walked home, I did ask each neighbor I passed the same simple but momentous question Mrs. Gargan had asked me: "Have you seen the tree?"
可我没有教堂的大钟,也没有快马,但当我走在回家的路上,我会问遇见的每一位邻居加根太太曾问过我的那个极其简单又极其重要的问题:“你见过那棵树吗?”
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To forgive may be divine, but no one ever say it was easy. When someone is deeply hurt you, it can be extremely difficult to let go of your grudge. But forgiveness is possible and it can be surprisingly beneficial to your physical and mental health.
"People who forgive show less depression, angle and stress and more hopefulness” said Fredrick PHD, author of “Forgive for good.” So, it can help save wear and tear for our organ reduce wearing out of our immune system and allow people to feel more vital.
So how do you start to help heeling, try the following steps. Clam yourselves, to defuse your angle, try a simple stress management technique. Take a couple of breathes and think of something that give you pleasure. A beautiful scene of nature or someone you love. Fredrick said” don’t wait for an apology, many times the person who hurt you have no intention of apologizing.” Fredrick said” they may not want to hurt you or just don’t see things the same way. So if you wait for people to apology, you could be waiting for awfully longtime.”
Keep in mind that the forgiveness does not necessary mean reconciliation with the person who upset you or condoning his or her action. Take the control away from your offender, mentally replaying your hurt gives power to the person who causes your pain. Instead focusing on your wonder felling, learn to look for the love, beauty and kindness around you. ” Fredrick said” try to see things from the other persons prospective, if you empathize with that person, you may realize he or she may acting of ignorance, fear, even love. To gain prospective, you may want to write a letter to yourself from your offender point of view.
Recognize the benefit of the forgiveness, researcher has shown the people who forgive reports more energy, better appetizer and better sleep patterns. Don’t forget to forgive yourselves. For some people, forgiving themselves is the biggest challenge. Fredrick said ” but it can rob you of your self- confidence if you don’t do it.”
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It is alway a wonder-ful time to gaze at the beauty ofnature in the morning.
清晨,凝视着大自然的美景,总是美妙的。
It makes our minds become so peaceful and calm
这样会让我们的心变得宁静安然,
that all our worries and sorrows leave us at once.
忧虑和愁苦就会立刻远离我们。
But as residents of the city,
但是作为城市的居民,
we can hardly enjoy nature's morning beauty,
我们很难欣赏大自然的清晨美景,
despite the fact that we rise at dawn.
尽管我们黎明即起。
The morning peaceful atmosphere is in- variably spoiled by the usual city life.
清晨的宁静气氛总是会被惯常的城市生活破坏。
Even before daybreak
甚至在天还未破晓时,
the trams and buses have already begun to disturb the silence.
电车和公共汽车早已打破了寂静。
And the sounds made by the brooms of the street-sweepers are the typical noises
清洁工的扫帚声是典型的噪声,
that jar your ears in the early morning in the streets of a city.
在清晨的城市的街道,它刺激着你的耳朵。
Soon,school children and office workers begin to set off to their destinations.
不久,学生和办公室职员开始动身到他们的目的地去。
The streets are jammed by pubic vehicles and motorcars.
街上堵塞着公交车和小汽车,
The roads are all crowded with people of all ranks.
路上挤满了人。
Buses are packed with passengers who are squashed so tightly together
公共汽车里挤满了乘客他们挤得紧紧的,
that they seem to be tinned sardines.
看起来像是装在罐头里的沙丁鱼。
At this hour,the city everywhere is filled with all sorts of noises,
此刻,城市到处都混杂着各种嘈杂声,
adding to the rumbling of trams
再加上电车的隆隆声,
and the honks of the big and small motorcars,commercial vehicles,etc.
大小汽车,货车等等的喇叭声。
It seems the city in the morning
似乎早晨的城市
is like an exodus of all the citizens from their homes.
就像是所有市民从他们家成群结队地走出来。
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"Mom?"I instantly recognized the odd tone in mydaughter Maura's voice.
"妈妈?"从女儿莫娜的口语中,我立刻意识到有点不对劲。
"Mom,one of my friends in the dorm tried to killherself.
"妈妈,我宿舍里有位同学要自杀。
She took pills.We made her throw them up,
她吃了许多安眠药。我们已想办法让她吐了出来,
then sat up with her all night,talking. She's tried thisbefore,Mom."
还整夜陪她坐着,劝她。妈妈,她以前也试着这样做过。"
"Did your friend get medical attention?"
"你的朋友看过医生没有?
I asked,trying to hit the right note in my own voice.
我强作镇静地问她。
"No,she's okay now, and she doesn't want us to report her."
"没有,她现在一点事儿都没有,而且她不要我们告诉别人。"
"You kids can't handle this kind of problem by yourselves,"
"你们还小,是无法处理这些事情的,"
I warned."Your friend needs professional help.
我告诫她。"你的朋友需要专业人士的帮助。
Tell your resident adviser what happened.She'll know what to do."
把我的一些告诉你们的舍监。她会知道怎么处理的。"
What a load for an 18-year-old.
对18岁的孩子而言,这个责任太大了。
"I was scared,Mom. You can't imagine how scared."
"妈妈,我好害怕。你根本就想象不出有多可怕啊。"
Yes,I can,Maura.I'm scared too--for your friend and for you.
不,我想象得出,莫娜,我也好担心呀,担心你的朋友,也担心你呀。
"All we could do was to hold her hand and listen."
"我们所能做的就是握住她的手,听她诉说。"
If only I could hold Maura's hand that very moment.
但愿此刻我能握住莫娜的手。
After hanging up the phone,
打了电话之后,
I thought of all the right things I might have said,and didn't
我想起了我应该说而没有说的所有的话。
Ours is an affectionate family,
虽然我们家是个温馨的家。
but we are inclined to show,not tell our feelings.
但是我们都倾向于表现而不是说出自己的感受。
How do you hug a child long-distance?
怎么去拥抱你那天各一方的孩子呢?
I had copied a poem to send to each of my college daughters
我总是给每个上大学的女儿抄写一首诗寄给她们,
when,as now, the occasion warranted.
每当碰到像现在这样的情况。
It was from a little book by Susan Polis Schutz called Don't Be Afraid to Love.
这首诗选自苏珊.波利斯.舒尔茨的一本小册子,书名是《大胆去爱》。
The jacket flyleaf said her poems strike a responsive chord with readers.
该书扉页上的评论说她的诗歌可以引起读者心灵的共鸣。
This one did for me:
这首诗确实适合我:
I am always here to understand you I am always here to laugh with you
我一直陪伴左右与你心心相印我总是在你身旁与你笑语吟吟
I am always here to cry with you I am always here to talk to you
我时时鞍前马后与你同声哭泣我天天端坐眼前与你促膝谈心
I am always here to think with you I am always here to plan with you
我时刻如影随形与你仔细思寻我经常与你相依相偎与你计议前程
even though we might not always be together
尽管我俩也许无法永不分离
please know that I am always here to love you
不过请你相信任天涯海角我爱你永远是刻骨铭心
Maura called the day she got my letter.
莫娜收到我信的当天,就给我打来了电话。
Her friend was all right,she said,and got counseling.
她说,她的朋友平安无事,并且接受了劝告。
"I gave her a copy of the poem you sent
"我把你给我的那首诗抄了一份送给她,
and she is carrying it in her wallet for moral support.
她把那首诗放在钱包里作为精神支柱。
I put the original on the message board on my door."
我把那份原件贴在了房门的告示板上。"
My tongue tied again as it reached for something to say.
话到嘴边我却再次什么都说不出来了。
"About that physics grade,"I changed the subject abruptly.
"物理成绩怎么样,"我赶紧岔开话题。
"Now that this crisis is over,
"既然这个非常事件过去了,
you have to buckle down and work harder Maura."
你就应该埋头苦干好好读文网,莫娜。"
on and on I went, playing the taskmaster,the preacher--
我重复了一遍又一遍,扮演着导师,牧师的角色,
at no loss at all for words in those roles.
不失时机地重复这些话语。
The following Saturday,there was a letter to me from Maura.What now?
随后的星期六,我收到了莫娜的一封信。这为什么呢?
She never wrote letters.Maybe I was too tough on her.
她是从不写信的。也许我对她太苛刻了吧,
Is something so bad that she's afraid to tell me on the phone?
还是有什么难言之隐不便在电话里说呢?
The note was short:
信很短:
"Dear Mom: In case you were wondering,
亲爱的妈妈:您毋须一天到晚担惊受怕,
'I am always here to understand you.' Love,Maura.
'我一直陪伴左右,与您心心相印。'爱您的莫娜。
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In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened America, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife safely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake.
1989年,一次8.2级的地震几乎铲平美国,在短短不到4分钟的时间里,夺去了3万多人的生命!在彻底的破坏与混乱之中,有位父亲将他的妻子在家里安顿好后,跑到他儿子就读的学校,而触目所见,却是被夷为平地的校园。
After the unforgettably initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: "No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!" And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of ruins that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.
看到这令人伤心的一幕,他想起了曾经对儿子所作的承诺:"不论发生什么事,我都会在你身边。"至此,父亲热泪满眶。目睹曾经的学校成为了一堆瓦砾,真叫人绝望。但父亲的脑中仍然牢记着他对儿子的诺言。
He began to direct his attention towards where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building; he rushed there and started digging through the ruins.
他开始努力回忆每天早上送儿子上学的必经之路,终于记起儿子的教室应该就在那幢建筑物后面,位于右边的角落里,他跑到那儿,开始在碎石砾中挖掘,搜寻儿子的下落。
As he was digging, other helpless parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: "My son!" "My daughter!" Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off what was left of the school, saying: "It s too late! They’re all dead! You can’t help! Go home! Come on, face reality, there s nothing you can do!"
当这位父亲正在挖掘时,其他束手无策的学生家长赶到现场,揪心地叫着:"我的儿子呀!" "我的女儿呀!"一些好意的家长试图把这位父亲劝离现场,告诉他"一切都太迟了!"他们全死了!"这样做没用的","回去吧,这样做只会使事情更糟"。
To each parent he responded with one line: "Are you going to help me now?" And then he continued to dig for his son, stone by stone. The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off the school s ruins saying, "Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You’re in danger. We’ll take care of it. Go home." To which this loving, caring American father asked, "Are you going to help me now?"
面对种种劝告,这位父亲的回答只有一句话:"你们愿意帮我吗?"然后继续进行挖掘工作,在废墟中寻找他的儿子。消防队长出现了,他也试图把这位父亲劝走,对他说:"火灾频现,四处都在发生爆炸,你在这里太危险了,这边的事我们会处理,你回家吧!"对此,这位慈爱、关切的父亲仍然回答:"你们要帮我吗?"
The police came and said, "You’re angry, anxious and it s over. You’re endangering others. Go home. We’ll handle it!" To which he replied, "Are you going to help me now?" No one helped.Courageously he went on alone because he needed to know for himself: "Is my boy alive or is he dead?" He dug for eight hours...12 hours...24 hours...36 hours...then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a large stone and heard his son s voice. He screamed his son s name, "ARMAND!" He heard back, "Dad!?! It s me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told them that if you were alive, you d save me and when you saved me, they d be saved. You promised, No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you! You did it, Dad!" "What s going on in there? How is it?" the father asked.
警察赶到现场,对他说:"你现在又气又急,该结束了,你在危及他人,回家吧!我们会处理一切的。"这位父亲依旧回答:"你们愿意帮我吗?" 然而,人们无动于衷。为了弄清楚儿子是死是活,这位父亲独自一人鼓起勇气,继续进行他的工作。他挖掘了8小时,--12小时,24小时,36小时--38小时后,父亲推开了一块巨大的石头,听到了儿子的声音。父亲尖叫着:"阿曼德!"儿子的回音听到了:"爸爸吗?是我,爸,我告诉其他的小朋友不要着急。我告诉他们如果你活着,你会来救我的。如果我获救了,他们也就获救了。你答应过我, 不论发生什么,我永远都会在你的身边, 你做到了,爸!""你那里的情况怎样?"父亲问。
"There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We’re scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you re here. When the building collapsed, it made a triangle, and it saved us."
"我们有33个,只有14个活着。爸,我们好害怕,又渴又饿,谢天谢地,你在这儿。教室倒塌时,刚好形成一个三角形的洞,救了我们。"
"Come out, boy!"
"快出来吧!儿子!"
"No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, cause I know you ll get me! No matter what happens, I know you’ll always be there for me!"
"不,爸,让其他小朋友先出来吧!因为我知道你会接我的!不管发生什么事,我知道你永远都会来到我的身边!"
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Through the cold winter wasteland a man trudged, leaning into the harsh wind which spitefully tried to force him back. He was covered from head to toe in layers of thick clothing, layers of protection against the harsh environment. On he fought, searching, searching. He was working so hard. This must be the way.
在寒冷的冬季,以为男子在荒地中的前行举步维艰,狂风肆虐几乎要将他吹倒。他从头到脚包裹着厚厚的衣物,用来抵御这恶劣的环境。他不遗余力的寻找着,寻找着,一定有办法。
In the distance he saw what looked like steam rising out of the ground. It rose a few feet and then was quickly whipped away by the biting wind. He altered his course and turned towards the steam, gaining some blessed relief as he turned his chapped face out of the gale.
远远地他看见有蒸汽从地下往上冒,只有短短几英尺。接着狂风拖曳着他往回,他改变了方向超蒸汽那里出发,感谢上天他开裂的脸蛋不再曝露在狂风之中。
As he got closer, he thought he could make out voices. Their tone was unfamiliar to him - musical, relaxed and warm - their melody enticed him closer. Finally he got close enough to peer through the mist.
他渐渐走近,发现自己可以说话了。对方的声音听起来很陌生,但是如同音乐一般让人感觉到放松,温暖。他们的旋律吸引着他不断靠近。最后,在迷雾中他靠近了他们。
There before him was a remarkable sight. In the midst of the frozen wasteland, cut into the ground was a large pool. Several people were in the pool, they seemed to be floating easily without any effort. As they saw him approach, a woman called out to him.
在旅人面前呈现出一个奇妙的场景。在刺骨寒冷的湿地中,地面上有这么大一个池塘。有不少人在其中,毫不费力地在池中飘来飘去。在旅人靠近之时,一位女士叫住了他。
"Come in here. It is lovely and warm. You can just lie back and relax," said the woman.
“进来吧,这里温暖舒适。你可以躺下放松。”女士说道。
"I can't. There are no steps." The man replied.
“我不能,这里都没有台阶。”旅人答道。
"Just jump in. It really is lovely in here. Come on. Theoure's plenty of room for another." Another of the floaters joined in the persuasion.
“只要跳进来就好了,这里很棒,快点,还有不少位子呢。”池中其他人也附和说道。
"But what if I don't like it, how will I get out? The sides are too high to reach up to."
“但是如果我不喜欢这里了,怎么出来?边缘太高很难出来。”
"Believe me, you won't want to get out. Come on. It is so good in here."
“相信我,你不会想要出来的,快点进来,这里真的很好。”
But he decided not to jump in. And that was a wise decision.
但他没有往下跳。而这是个明治的选择。
There're many things and people in life like this pool. They promise you life can be easy.
生活中有很多人和事像这个水池一样,他们像你承诺无忧无虑。
But in fact, they are traps that you can't come back from.
但实际上,他们都是能让你万劫不复的陷阱。
Life is hard. Stay wise. And fight.
生活是艰难的,请保持睿智,并战斗下去。
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.
当我还在上高一时,有一天,我看到我们班的一个孩子正步行回家。他叫凯尔。他似乎背着所有的书。我心想:“为什么有人在周五就把所有的书都带回家呢?他肯定是个书呆子。”我的周末计划得非常详细(先是派对,在第二天下午和我的朋友踢足球)。因此我耸了耸肩,走开了。正走着,我看到一帮孩子朝他跑去。他们追上他,把他所有的书都从怀里扔到地上并把他绊倒,结果他摔在污泥里,眼镜也被打飞了,我看到它落在离他10英尺远的草地上。他抬起头时,我看到他眼里极度悲伤的表情。因此,我慢步向他跑过去。在他爬着寻找眼镜时,我看到了他眼中的泪水。 我把眼镜递给他,说道:“那些家伙都是些蠢蛋,他们真该遭到报应。”
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.
他看了看我,说:“嗨,谢谢了!”笑容在他脸上展现。正是这样的笑显示出了真正的感激。我帮他捡起书,问他住在哪里。原来他住得离我很近。于是我就问他,怎么以前我从没有见过他呢,他说在来这所学校以前他上的是私立学校。
We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. The more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Dim boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
我们一路聊着回家,我帮他拿着书。他原来竟是一位非常讨人喜欢的孩子,我问他是否周六想跟我及我的朋友一起踢足球。他答应了。对凯尔了解得越多,我越是喜欢他。我的朋友也都这么认为。到了周一早晨,凯尔又要背上那个巨大的书包了。我制止他,说:“傻孩子,你每天背这么一大堆书,想练就一身强壮的肌肉呀!”他只是笑,并把一半书都递给了我。
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
接下来的四年里,凯尔和我成为最好的朋友。到了高年级后,我们开始考虑上大学的事。凯尔决定去乔治敦,而我要去杜克。我知道我们永远都是朋友,距离决不会成为问题。
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
凯尔是我们班致告别词的学生代表。 我总是取笑他是一个书呆子。他必须为毕业准备一个演讲。我很庆幸不是我要站在那儿演讲。
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found themselves during high school. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
毕业日来临了——我看到了凯尔,他看起来帅极了。他是那些在高中真正把握住自己的人之一。他的约会比我还要多,几乎所有的女孩都喜欢他。 天哪,有时候我都有些嫉妒。
Today was one of those days. I can see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled."Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach.... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give him or her. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
今天就是这样。我能看出他对于演讲有些紧张。因此,我拍了拍他的后背,说:“嗨,大小伙子,你会很出色的!”他看了看我,带着那样的表情(真正出于感激的那种),笑了。“谢谢,”他说。开始演讲时,他清了清喉咙,开始说:“毕业的时候,你应该感谢那些帮助你度过最困难时期的人。你的父母、老师、兄弟姐妹、也许还有教练……但主要是你的朋友。我在这儿要告诉你们,做别人的朋友是你能给予他们的最好礼物。我要给你们讲一个故事。”我不敢置信地望着我的朋友,他讲的就是我们第一天相遇的故事。他本来打算要在那个周末自杀,他谈到自己如何把课桌收拾干净,把他所有的东西都带回家,这样就不用妈妈以后再收拾了。他直直地看着我,给了我一个笑容。“谢天谢地,我获救了。我的朋友阻止了我去做那不堪设想的事情。”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
当这位帅气的、受欢迎的男孩告诉我们有关他的最脆弱的时刻时,我听到人群中都深吸了一口气。我看到他的爸爸妈妈都看着我,带着同样感激的微笑。直到那时我才意识到它的深刻。
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
决不要低估你的行动的力量,一个简单的举止也许会改变人的一生,无论是好是坏。
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